Post-Modern
I've got a thirst for knowledge
A taste for progress
I dropped out of college
But learned higher concepts
Now I work this dead end job because I've got bills and money is tight
Tell myself I'm chasing the dream so I can fall asleep at night
I tried to turn the tide
But I still ruined my life
Locked in the waiting room
Pleading for something new
My dry tongue can't lick the wounds
Rehab from solitude
Writer/s: Grey Matter
